I Have A Super Busy Week This Week So Sadly My Full Length Fic Will Be Out As Late As Thursday.. But

day 27: bondage <3

authors note: these next couple days will just be headcanons sadly.. maybe tmi but im currently prepping for a colonoscopy so.. not feeling great and haven't eaten in about 12+ hours 😭

i actually really think that art likes to be tied up, but he has to learn to like it. at first, it made him feel a little panicky because he couldn't move or touch you like he wants to, and it's harder to soothe himself. you have to do it a couple times when you're not having sex in order to get him used to the feeling and learn how to still communicate with you while being tied up <3

once art gets more comfortable, he finds that getting tied up makes his thoughts almost disappear, a stark difference between his usual thoughts that run wild 24/7 <3

art also really enjoys watching you tie him up, the way your fingers skillfully knot the rope and maneuver it into patterns that keep his hands behind his back or his legs spread. he could watch you work on the knots for hours, the way your eyebrows furrow and you bite your lip in concentration only makes his dick harder <3

art gets so much more sensitive when he's tied up as well, even a slight brush of your fingers on his skin will make him shiver, and precum to drool out of him <3

i headcanon that art has really sensitive skin, so you have to buy silk or velvet ropes to make sure he doesn't get rashes :( one of the things art loves most about being tied up is the aftercare he gets, he loves the way you massage and rub lotion over the red marks left by the rope <3

are you the same parkerluvsu that wrote aot stuff a while back then took a break?

if so, slay. if not, my bad.

i just initially thought you were. was and am hella excited to see you around again but i’m asking this clarifying question now since i went to scroll down to see when challengers stuff started and its all that’s there which respect and thank you. just making sure im appreciating the proper person for the stuff they’ve created and not getting folks mixed up in my mind.

hope you’re having a good day!

regardless of the fandom you’re entertaining at any given time, you’re talented

yes i am the same person 😋 i didn't wanna make a whole new blog and start from scratch so i deleted pretty much everything and made a new theme and stuff, i appreciate the kind words so much!!! <333

art donaldson and cockwarming. like sometimes it’s sexual and sometimes it’s not, because he just loves you so much it’s the closest he could possibly get to you. like, i truly believe he’d bury himself in your skin if he could

UGHHH this is so cute!!!

yes i agree.. i truly believe that sometimes he comes home so exhausted and not even having energy to talk.. just shoving his face in your neck and letting out a needy whine..

you know him well enough to know exactly what he needs, guiding him to take a seat on the couch, straddling his lap as you place soft kisses on his neck, tangling your fingers in his blonde curls before helping him pull his pants down to his ankles, gently guiding his throbbing cock into your cunt..

art sighs, his body immediately relaxing under you, you start to move up and down, but art grips your hips so tight that you can't move.. and you look at him questioningly "i- it's weird but c-could you just not move? is just- you're so warm and.." art trails off, his eyes not meeting yours..

like art is definitely someone who jokes about wanting to live in your ribcage.. but he isn't really joking.. he just loves you so much that even being skin to skin isn't close enough.. but he'll settle for cock warming <3

don't worry y'all i am working on a longer country boy! art fic 💙

i don’t have any writing ideas but hello

omg hello 🫶 he's so cute in this picture wtf... need him in my bed immediately!!!!

jude ⟢ he/they ⟢ 18+ mdni

this is my rambling, hyperfixation sideblog for Challengers (2024) !

⟢ my first sideblog (@judeable-brainrot) was nuked so anything i have previously written on that account is located under the tag #brainrotting ! my inbox is always open for asks but please consult #my rules post before sending any in ! thank you ! most of all just be chill and have fun ! :) ⟢

me when i see people have sent the same ask in my inbox to another writer and they've already written it

these are so cute... feel free to send in as many as you'd like!!! im working on drafts rn but if y'all wanna get to know me better... <3

sanrio asks ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ~) ₊˚⊹

kerroppi: what's your comfort film?

chococat: what do you miss the most about your childhood?

gudetama: which animal do you think you're most like?

hello kitty: if it were possible, which planet would you want to live on other than earth?

pochacco: are you a naturally flirty person?

little twin stars: how would you describe your style?

my melody: what is your dream job?

badtz-maru: favorite place you've traveled to?

pompompurin: how tall are you? do you wish you were any taller or shorter?

tuxedo sam: what is your love language?

cinnamoroll: favorite dessert?

pekkle: beach or mountains?

kuromi: if you could have any hair color, what color would you choose?

pandapple: what genre of music do you listen to the most?

charmmy kitty: what are your favorite video games?

chi chai monchan: are you more introverted or extroverted?

lloromannic: what are your favorite pizza toppings?

bonbonribbon: do you have any tattoos? if so, how many?

dear daniel: can you sing well?

my sweet piano: which social media app do you use the most?

WAHHHH im crying tysm sweetheart 😭 ily!!!

Bad Day - A. Donaldson & P. Zweig x Reader

This is for the lovely @parkerluvsu it's short n sweet, hope you like!

Summary: A bad birthday ends with a night alone in bed, until your birthday presents catch you by surprise.

Word count: 430

The day was long gone, the room quiet and dim. A lone present lay on the bedside table, and it was something you’d gotten yourself and wrapped up nicely in a strange attempt at feeling better. 

The worst part of the day was over, you thought, but that was also a sort of death knell. 

When a knock came at your door, you almost didn’t get up. How could you? It was half-past ten, and the only people you really even wanted to see were off on tour, and hadn’t even bothered to text you a ‘happy birthday’. 

Still, the knocking continued, more insistent each time. Huffing, you stood, wrapping the comforter around yourself and moving out of the bedroom to the front door. When you unlatched it and pulled it open, you were almost immediately tugged into a three-person hug. The two men wrapped around you like they were trying to climb into your body itself. 

What are you doing here, you wanted to ask, but you didn’t really have the wherewithal. It was all you could do to stare at them, eyes wide and glassy, bottom lip wobbling. 

Art and Patrick looked at you, concern filling their gazes. 

“C’mere, baby.” Patrick was the first to speak, pulling you close again and leading you over to the bed. 

It felt stupid, now, to cry, but the tears wouldn’t stop. You curled up on your side, crying into one of the pillows. The hands on your back were soothing, and someone was grabbing your own fingers, pressing a kiss to the pad of each one. 

When you finally calmed down a bit and opened your eyes, Art was kneeling before you, and Patrick was laying on the bed behind you. Art’s hands held yours, Patrick’s rubbing circles onto your back. 

“Happy birthday,” they said, nearly in unison, and you let out a quiet laugh. 

“See, there’s my girl,” Patrick crooned, smoothing a hand over your hair and swiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. 

Art quietly crawled into bed with you and Patrick, slinging an arm over your waist, and the latter man pressed gentle kisses into your neck. 

It had been a bad birthday, yes, but with those two with you, it was easy to forget. In the morning, you’d wake up and see the presents that had been left sitting by your door from the two men still asleep beside you. They’d take you out for brunch, and you’d ask them how on earth they got away from their matches to be here. But for now, you’d just lay in their arms, and fall happily asleep.

day 15: begging <3 (aka what i think art says during sex)

"you smell so good. how do you always smell so good"

"just use me.. please just use me i only wanna make y' feel good.."

"i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, it’s just- fuck.. god, you’re so tight-"

"so good.. so good.. i love your pussy, fuck - thank you - thank you"

"fuck it feels s' good.. hold my hand, please"

“ah..ah..ah feels so good, oh god. ‘m not gonna— fuck, not gonna last long.”

"i need it, i need it s' bad.. please lemme have it.."

"can I cum.. please, fuck, i need it, need it.. you.. fuck, please?"

“can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you.."

“is this good? am i doing good?”

“i love you, i love you, i adore you, i need you.. don’t leave me”

"'m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry.." <3